The Change Up by Meghan Quinn
Release Date: June 11th
Genre: Romantic Comedy
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She’s my person.
My heart and soul.
I wasn’t sure how Meghan Quinn was going to top The Trade, I mean Cory Potter was darn near perfection but holy hell, Maddox Paige has stolen my heart! I think he’s also taken top spot out of all these sexy baseball players. When he appeared in The Trade I wasn’t a big fan, he seemed like a jerk for most of it and I was upset with how he treated Cory but we get to see a whole other side of him in this book and I was totally smitten. Maddox may be the bad boy of baseball, notorious for his on-field fights, and his tattooed tough guy vibe but inside he’s a total softy who just needed to be loved. And who better to love him than his life-long best friend, Kinsley. When she calls him up to share the news of her new job in Chicago he’s quick to offer up his apartment for her to live with him while she gets established. They’ve been the best of friends since they were five years old but never thought to cross that line but a few weeks cohabitating has them both feeling all sorts of things they’ve never left themselves feel.
I’ve read plenty of friends-to-lovers stories but there was just something so special about Maddox and Kinsley’s friendship. The way they unequivocally supported one another and were so open and loving, it really was beautiful. It really wasn’t a huge leap once they decided to make things romantic, they were already closer than most couples anyway. It seemed like nothing could tear them apart, their foundation was just that strong. But in true Meghan Quinn fashion, she throws one doozy of a break-up at us. This may have been the roughest one I’ve read from her. What happened was such a hard thing to see a way back from (don’t worry, it’s not cheating or anything like that) but I loved seeing how things turned out.
This was also probably the hottest book I remember reading from Meghan Quinn. That scene in the kitchen, holy cow! Smoking hot. It was refreshing how open and adventurous they were in that department. Definitely made for lots of steamy scenes. These two had chemistry for days.
Another thing I loved about this book was seeing all our other favorite Rebels, Cory, Jason, and their women, Natalie and Dottie. We also met Lincoln, and I hope we get more about him! Some of the funniest scenes are when all these guys got together and I loved how perfectly Kinsley fit in with this group. Freaking Jason Orson is still the funniest and I laughed out loud in every scene he was in. And as if all that wasn’t good enough, there are also lots of cute animals including a 3-legged hound named Herman! I haven’t met a Meghan Quinn book that I haven’t liked but she really went above and beyond with this one! I loved everything about it!
BREAKING NEWS: The Bad Boy of Baseball, Maddox Paige, is totally and utterly whipped.
Okay, that might not be the headlines in the newspaper this morning, but it’s the reality of my current situation.
It all started a month ago when I received a call from my best friend, Kinsley. She got a new job in Chicago and needed a place to stay. I’ve known the girl since I was five, what harm would it be to have her stay at my place for a while?
Ha! Total disaster.
Now instead of going out every night with my teammates, I’m couch surfing and sketching endless photos of my best friend . . . but that’s the least of my concerns.
The disaster, you ask? I’m rapidly falling head over cleats in love with my best friend, my roommate, and my number one fan.
And she has no idea . . .
Have you ever said something you regret?
Something you haven’t forgotten about an hour later?
Something that sits with you, stews deep in your belly, and then seeps into your bones, burying itself so far into your marrow that all you can think about is the one thing you said . . . and how you wished you could take it back the minute it slipped past your lips?
That’s where I am.
Full of regret.
People always say, “Don’t regret anything. It’s what makes you who you are.” That was said in a whiney, nasally voice. Did you hear it?
Well, those people, the ones trying to spew rainbows and sunshine up your ass about blatant mistakes . . . yeah, they’re only saying that because they fuck up on a daily basis.
Think about it, what REAL person is okay with all their regrets? No one. There is always that one thing you did, that one time, that you will always, always, always think . . . “What if I’d done that differently?”
It keeps you up at night.
You wonder, what transformed, what took over my brain, to utter such words. To alter your life completely and send it down an entirely different course.
Yeah, my life has been fucking altered all right.
Everything was fine.
I was pitching one hell of a fucking season for the Rebels, my ride or die team. I was getting along with my teammates, even the infamous Cory Potter, who made a splash after last season. I’ll hand it to the man, he really is the boss. I was getting laid whenever I wanted, which is always a plus for a guy who has massive amounts of adrenaline pumping through him daily, especially on a pitching day. And there were no strings attached.
Yeah, I might have a rotation of women I call, but any single player in the major leagues does. You need the outlet. Even the prestigious Cory Potter had some booty call numbers before he found Natalie.
I was living a great life, and then it all changed. And it changed fucking fast.
Before I knew it, I was staring into my fridge at dairy products not made from a cow, but rather from oat. What the fuck is that? Oat milk? Explain to me where an oat has a goddamn nipple.
My toothbrush is made from bamboo, which gives off a very woody, splintery taste, and I’ve been using toothpaste tablets instead of paste from a tube . . . because apparently, tubes suck up life in the landfill.
The eco-friendly toilet paper in my apartment disintegrates in my hand and is worthless, making bathroom breaks a fucking nightmare.
And there’s a goddamn three-legged dog in a suit and tie sitting on my couch that goes by the name Herman, or Hermy for short.
I don’t have any privacy, I don’t even remember what meat tastes like anymore, and “Hermy” has a goddamn staring problem. And the three-legged motherfucker, yeah, he’s stealthy. I find him waiting for me outside the shower . . . staring.
When I wake up . . . staring.
When I’m trying to make a goddamn tempeh sandwich . . . staring.
Every time I tell him to “get a life” or to “fuck off” or for the love of Christ “get a new hobby”, he doesn’t even bat an eyelash.
He just stares!
I can’t fucking take it anymore.
I’m losing my goddamn mind and I don’t know . . . maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in what feels like forever, or because my burgers are now made of imposter “meat”, or maybe because I’m forced to do things I don’t want to do. Either way, something needs to give, because I’m pretty sure from all the vegan shit I’ve been eating, my armpits are just about ready to spring their own mung beans.
One phone call.
That’s all it took.
One fucking phone call from a person I cannot say no to, a person who will forever and always be . . . my insanely beautiful and free-spirited best friend.
About the Author:
USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.
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